The Seven Sisters and I had a date today. Let's just suffice it to say, well, things went well. I started out slow and easy so they wouldn't feel like I was rushing them. My tact and tenderness worked. All Seven of them were kind. I made out like a bandit. What? Specifics? Nope. I keep my happenings withe the opposite sex between me and them. The weather. Now I will sell her straight the fuck out. Gorgeous day. No rain. No fog. No wind. Sunshine and horse flies. I hate horse flies.
There was this parked car at the 6th of 7 sisters and there were literally 4,376 horse flies on the car. I assure you we will read about a dead body there. But as I slinked on by slower than the speed of smell, every last one of them tried to eat me like I was Ali Larter in a whipped cream bikini.
Out!
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